A/N: I'm soooooooooooo sorry that I've been so long! I've been suffering
from writer's block plus it's been really busy with x-mas and all! And
then I was having problems with the internet and I couldn't log in : (!
Life's a bitch! I'm really sorry, and I hope you'll forgive me *big sad
puppy eyes*! Pretty please with a cherry on top!!!
Right here's the story!
When they finally broke apart, Draco fell hard to the ground as he made a face that had 'I'm in pain' written all over it. Ginny sat on her knees and looked at him sheepishly while she looked deep in concentration.
Draco had heard a growling noise and had followed it, in case it could be danger to Ginny. When he saw the werewolf just about to attack her, he had dropped all the plants he was carrying and used all the strength he possessed to attack the werewolf. He had taken out his wand and pressed the handle against it, so it would fall to the ground, dead. And so it did.
Draco had no strength left and wished with all his heart that he would die, but he also wanted to live as well. For once, he had something to live for and he was not about to give it up by dying.
"Draco I'm so sorry!" Ginny apologised as she snapped out of her concentration. "I shouldn't have gone off like that! Will you ever forgive me?" Ginny cried on Draco's chest and the warm tears slid down his side.
"Virginia. Don't cry, please don't cry," he said weakly as he ran his fingers through her hair. "It makes me feel awkward."
"I'm really sorry, Draco. What am I going to do?" Ginny asked.
"We've been without magic for so long that we don't even remember that we have our wands, do we?" Draco said sarcastically, although his voice was low and fuzzy, not hiding hid amusement. "Any knowledge in healing magic?"
Ginny nodded. She was training to be a medi-witch with her friend, Monique. She was an expert from only about five months of training, although she hadn't been taught very many spells. Ginny took out her wand from her skirt pocket and healed Draco's wound, after taking the bandage off. Draco healed her cut on her forehead when she had taught him the spell.
"It's not a very good spell, you know. It'll only make the wound disappear and it won't get infected. It won't stop any pain," Ginny had told him, but he said it was better than nothing. So Draco was still weak. Ginny still had her head ache.
***** "It's my birthday in a few minutes, you know. I've been counting the days," Draco said out of the blue, while looking at his wizard watch that he had kept on his right wrist all this time, obviously trying to make conversation.
"And when is that?" Ginny asked.
"Valentine's Day. I'll be eighteen."
"Virginia, what do you remember from what happened?" Draco asked her after a minute of awkward silence.
"Erm. . .I remember the Indians chasing us, and then I screamed. And then I felt pain in my head and everything went black," Ginny explained. She was sitting beneath a tree and was resting her head and back on the trunk.
"You don't feel tired at all?" Draco asked. Ginny shook her head. "Good. You don't have a concussion. How're you feeling by the way?"
"My head is better. What about you? Got any strength yet?" she asked him.
"A bit. If you really want to go we can see if the horse is still there," Draco suggested.
Ginny stood up and wiped the dirt off her skirt. "Sure. If you want, you can stay here. I know my way back."
Draco stood up slowly and used a tree for support. "No, it's OK. You'll get lost."
"Draco, don't you trust me?" she asked him in mock surprise.
Draco got a little irritated. He decided to scare her so she'd do what he said. Of course, it was mean, but it seemed like a good idea at the time.
"Virginia, it's a full moon," Draco started walking towards her, taking small, slow strides. "It's dark, it's night. Do you know what lurks about in the trees at night?" Draco asked but answered for her, getting closer and closer. "Werewolves, vampires, nymphs, boggarts, zombies, jaguars, demons, temporal ghouls, dwarves, ogres, golems, mutants, and more. . .All these creatures could tear you apart and eat you in a second."
"Draco, you're scaring me. Why are you suddenly so cold towards me?" Ginny asked and backed away from him, tears fighting to stream down her face. Draco didn't feel pity for her at all. He didn't know what had come over him, but he felt the need to destroy something. He grabbed her throat and pushed her against a tree, cutting off her air supply.
"Draco. What are you doing? Let go!" Ginny pleaded, struggling to breathe. "Draco, what's wrong with you?!" Ginny grabbed his hand and tried to push it away, but Draco only tightened his grip.
*****
Ginny didn't know what was wrong with Draco. One minute he was asking how she was doing, and the next he was strangling her. She was very confused. She had never seen this Draco before. The Draco she knew was caring and listened to every word she said. This Draco was daunting and vicious. This was the Draco that Ron knew.
Ginny looked into his eyes. They were cold and had a tad of red around his pupils and it was frightening Ginny. Ginny bit her lip. Draco eased his grip on her throat and blinked. The red was gone. He threw his hand back quickly. He looked confused, as if he didn't remember.
Ginny touched his face. "Draco. Are you alright?" she asked.
"Yes. . .no. I don't know. Virginia, I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me. Something snapped inside my head. I wanted to kill. I wanted to kill. . .you."
Ginny swallowed and gave him a hug. When she pulled away, she looked into his eyes again. No red. "Draco, what was that red colour in your eyes?" Ginny asked him, still looking into his eyes.
*****
Draco thought for a moment. His birthday. . .his Father's Deathbed suddenly came to Draco's mind and he knew. He knew what had happened.
FLASHBACK!
Lucius was lying on his Deathbed and Draco sat on a chair by his side. He felt no pity, no sorrow for his Father. He had gone beyond hating the man, and his mother had forced him to visit him. Draco looked into his Father's grey eyes with pure loathing and more.
"I know you didn't want to see me, son. . ." Lucius started.
"The hell I didn't! You did nothing but torture me since I was five years old! Last time I counted, I had twenty-five scars from your torturing. I hate you father!" Draco spat.
"Son, there is something I must tell you. There has been a curse on our family since our ancestor from the fourteenth century became an undead. The spell was cast by the Dark Lord of that time, Salazar Slytherin himself. The curse is this: On your eighteenth birthday your blood will change. It will become pure evil. It will happen slowly, but it will happen. You will have the urge to destroy, and destroy you will. There is no known counter curse for this spell, so don't think you'll be able to stop it. Now go, Draco. Leave."
Draco stood up. "Bullshit," he hissed and left his Father to die.
Draco didn't attend the funeral, or ever saw him again. . .
END OF FLASHBACK!
Draco recalled and he knew. He never knew what his Father meant by 'Since our ancestor became an undead'. Draco hadn't believed what his Father had told him, until now-
"Draco, are you OK? Do you know what happened?" a female voice asked. It sounded far away, and it echoed in his mind. Draco opened his eyes, in which he had closed and saw the owner of the voice. It was Ginny and her brandy eyes were pleading, begging to know.
"No," he answered, shaking his head slowly. "No, I don't know."
Draco felt bad about lying to Ginny. Bloody hell, Draco! He thought and mentally punched himslef. Gosh, how she´d changed him! How she´d done it, Draco didn´t know. When they first met in America, Draco had been putting on a kind act, so he wouldn´t scare her away. And if he scared her away, it´d take a lifetime to get back! Goddamnit, Draco! No-one changes a Malfoy! Just drop the act! He thought to himself furiously.
Draco had somehow got energy in his little evil fit. It had healed his wound and it didn´t hurt anymore. Dark Magic. . .
Draco´s expression hardened and he grabbed Ginny´s wrist. "Let´s find the bloody horse!" he commanded harshly and dragged her behind him.
"But Draco-" Ginny protested, but to no avail.
Draco spun around to face her and cradled her chin with his free hand. He meant it to hurt and her expression told him that he was succeeding. "Don't argue with me, girl! We're going and we're going now!"
Ginny spun away from his grasp and stood up to him. "I'm not going with you unless you stop being a bastard, Malfoy!" she threatened.
Draco crossed his arms in amusement and mocked her. "Weasel, you're asking much. You're asking me to change my personality. No one can do that." He shook his head and smirked at her na?ve behaviour.
"What's happened to you? Why are you acting this way? You seemed do kind and caring just ten minutes ago!" Ginny's eyes were wide in confusion, and her lip was twitching.
"Nothing's happened to me, Weasley. I'm just another Malfoy! Bastard just happens to be in my nature! You can stay here, I don't care! I'm going to find the horse and get back to our normal time!" Draco shouted at her. The guilt was gone. His pride had taken over again, and Draco liked it. He felt better. Once again, he felt power over her.
Draco turned on his heel and started walking to the horse, in which he spotted after a few minutes walk. Light footsteps behind him told him that Ginny was following him quietly, probably awestruck.
Once he reached the horse, Draco got on and gave Ginny his hand. Even if he was a Malfoy, he had been taught to be a Gentleman towards Ladies. Ginny didn't take it, but merely got on the horse herself, and struggling, much to Draco's amusement. He chuckled as she made no attempt to hold on to him, but she held on to the horse instead.
Draco kicked the horse and it started running through the Forest. Ginny got frightened and decided to hold on to Draco after all, because at this speed, she would fall off if she didn't.
Draco was proud. He was proud to have no feelings whatsoever. He had changed from demon to human and back to demon. He had learnt that goodness wasn't what he was destined for. He was destined for something bigger, greater, and more powerful. Something as powerful as the Dark Mark. . .
*****
A/N: Once again, I'm so sorry for being lazier than intended! : (!
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Right here's the story!
When they finally broke apart, Draco fell hard to the ground as he made a face that had 'I'm in pain' written all over it. Ginny sat on her knees and looked at him sheepishly while she looked deep in concentration.
Draco had heard a growling noise and had followed it, in case it could be danger to Ginny. When he saw the werewolf just about to attack her, he had dropped all the plants he was carrying and used all the strength he possessed to attack the werewolf. He had taken out his wand and pressed the handle against it, so it would fall to the ground, dead. And so it did.
Draco had no strength left and wished with all his heart that he would die, but he also wanted to live as well. For once, he had something to live for and he was not about to give it up by dying.
"Draco I'm so sorry!" Ginny apologised as she snapped out of her concentration. "I shouldn't have gone off like that! Will you ever forgive me?" Ginny cried on Draco's chest and the warm tears slid down his side.
"Virginia. Don't cry, please don't cry," he said weakly as he ran his fingers through her hair. "It makes me feel awkward."
"I'm really sorry, Draco. What am I going to do?" Ginny asked.
"We've been without magic for so long that we don't even remember that we have our wands, do we?" Draco said sarcastically, although his voice was low and fuzzy, not hiding hid amusement. "Any knowledge in healing magic?"
Ginny nodded. She was training to be a medi-witch with her friend, Monique. She was an expert from only about five months of training, although she hadn't been taught very many spells. Ginny took out her wand from her skirt pocket and healed Draco's wound, after taking the bandage off. Draco healed her cut on her forehead when she had taught him the spell.
"It's not a very good spell, you know. It'll only make the wound disappear and it won't get infected. It won't stop any pain," Ginny had told him, but he said it was better than nothing. So Draco was still weak. Ginny still had her head ache.
***** "It's my birthday in a few minutes, you know. I've been counting the days," Draco said out of the blue, while looking at his wizard watch that he had kept on his right wrist all this time, obviously trying to make conversation.
"And when is that?" Ginny asked.
"Valentine's Day. I'll be eighteen."
"Virginia, what do you remember from what happened?" Draco asked her after a minute of awkward silence.
"Erm. . .I remember the Indians chasing us, and then I screamed. And then I felt pain in my head and everything went black," Ginny explained. She was sitting beneath a tree and was resting her head and back on the trunk.
"You don't feel tired at all?" Draco asked. Ginny shook her head. "Good. You don't have a concussion. How're you feeling by the way?"
"My head is better. What about you? Got any strength yet?" she asked him.
"A bit. If you really want to go we can see if the horse is still there," Draco suggested.
Ginny stood up and wiped the dirt off her skirt. "Sure. If you want, you can stay here. I know my way back."
Draco stood up slowly and used a tree for support. "No, it's OK. You'll get lost."
"Draco, don't you trust me?" she asked him in mock surprise.
Draco got a little irritated. He decided to scare her so she'd do what he said. Of course, it was mean, but it seemed like a good idea at the time.
"Virginia, it's a full moon," Draco started walking towards her, taking small, slow strides. "It's dark, it's night. Do you know what lurks about in the trees at night?" Draco asked but answered for her, getting closer and closer. "Werewolves, vampires, nymphs, boggarts, zombies, jaguars, demons, temporal ghouls, dwarves, ogres, golems, mutants, and more. . .All these creatures could tear you apart and eat you in a second."
"Draco, you're scaring me. Why are you suddenly so cold towards me?" Ginny asked and backed away from him, tears fighting to stream down her face. Draco didn't feel pity for her at all. He didn't know what had come over him, but he felt the need to destroy something. He grabbed her throat and pushed her against a tree, cutting off her air supply.
"Draco. What are you doing? Let go!" Ginny pleaded, struggling to breathe. "Draco, what's wrong with you?!" Ginny grabbed his hand and tried to push it away, but Draco only tightened his grip.
*****
Ginny didn't know what was wrong with Draco. One minute he was asking how she was doing, and the next he was strangling her. She was very confused. She had never seen this Draco before. The Draco she knew was caring and listened to every word she said. This Draco was daunting and vicious. This was the Draco that Ron knew.
Ginny looked into his eyes. They were cold and had a tad of red around his pupils and it was frightening Ginny. Ginny bit her lip. Draco eased his grip on her throat and blinked. The red was gone. He threw his hand back quickly. He looked confused, as if he didn't remember.
Ginny touched his face. "Draco. Are you alright?" she asked.
"Yes. . .no. I don't know. Virginia, I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me. Something snapped inside my head. I wanted to kill. I wanted to kill. . .you."
Ginny swallowed and gave him a hug. When she pulled away, she looked into his eyes again. No red. "Draco, what was that red colour in your eyes?" Ginny asked him, still looking into his eyes.
*****
Draco thought for a moment. His birthday. . .his Father's Deathbed suddenly came to Draco's mind and he knew. He knew what had happened.
FLASHBACK!
Lucius was lying on his Deathbed and Draco sat on a chair by his side. He felt no pity, no sorrow for his Father. He had gone beyond hating the man, and his mother had forced him to visit him. Draco looked into his Father's grey eyes with pure loathing and more.
"I know you didn't want to see me, son. . ." Lucius started.
"The hell I didn't! You did nothing but torture me since I was five years old! Last time I counted, I had twenty-five scars from your torturing. I hate you father!" Draco spat.
"Son, there is something I must tell you. There has been a curse on our family since our ancestor from the fourteenth century became an undead. The spell was cast by the Dark Lord of that time, Salazar Slytherin himself. The curse is this: On your eighteenth birthday your blood will change. It will become pure evil. It will happen slowly, but it will happen. You will have the urge to destroy, and destroy you will. There is no known counter curse for this spell, so don't think you'll be able to stop it. Now go, Draco. Leave."
Draco stood up. "Bullshit," he hissed and left his Father to die.
Draco didn't attend the funeral, or ever saw him again. . .
END OF FLASHBACK!
Draco recalled and he knew. He never knew what his Father meant by 'Since our ancestor became an undead'. Draco hadn't believed what his Father had told him, until now-
"Draco, are you OK? Do you know what happened?" a female voice asked. It sounded far away, and it echoed in his mind. Draco opened his eyes, in which he had closed and saw the owner of the voice. It was Ginny and her brandy eyes were pleading, begging to know.
"No," he answered, shaking his head slowly. "No, I don't know."
Draco felt bad about lying to Ginny. Bloody hell, Draco! He thought and mentally punched himslef. Gosh, how she´d changed him! How she´d done it, Draco didn´t know. When they first met in America, Draco had been putting on a kind act, so he wouldn´t scare her away. And if he scared her away, it´d take a lifetime to get back! Goddamnit, Draco! No-one changes a Malfoy! Just drop the act! He thought to himself furiously.
Draco had somehow got energy in his little evil fit. It had healed his wound and it didn´t hurt anymore. Dark Magic. . .
Draco´s expression hardened and he grabbed Ginny´s wrist. "Let´s find the bloody horse!" he commanded harshly and dragged her behind him.
"But Draco-" Ginny protested, but to no avail.
Draco spun around to face her and cradled her chin with his free hand. He meant it to hurt and her expression told him that he was succeeding. "Don't argue with me, girl! We're going and we're going now!"
Ginny spun away from his grasp and stood up to him. "I'm not going with you unless you stop being a bastard, Malfoy!" she threatened.
Draco crossed his arms in amusement and mocked her. "Weasel, you're asking much. You're asking me to change my personality. No one can do that." He shook his head and smirked at her na?ve behaviour.
"What's happened to you? Why are you acting this way? You seemed do kind and caring just ten minutes ago!" Ginny's eyes were wide in confusion, and her lip was twitching.
"Nothing's happened to me, Weasley. I'm just another Malfoy! Bastard just happens to be in my nature! You can stay here, I don't care! I'm going to find the horse and get back to our normal time!" Draco shouted at her. The guilt was gone. His pride had taken over again, and Draco liked it. He felt better. Once again, he felt power over her.
Draco turned on his heel and started walking to the horse, in which he spotted after a few minutes walk. Light footsteps behind him told him that Ginny was following him quietly, probably awestruck.
Once he reached the horse, Draco got on and gave Ginny his hand. Even if he was a Malfoy, he had been taught to be a Gentleman towards Ladies. Ginny didn't take it, but merely got on the horse herself, and struggling, much to Draco's amusement. He chuckled as she made no attempt to hold on to him, but she held on to the horse instead.
Draco kicked the horse and it started running through the Forest. Ginny got frightened and decided to hold on to Draco after all, because at this speed, she would fall off if she didn't.
Draco was proud. He was proud to have no feelings whatsoever. He had changed from demon to human and back to demon. He had learnt that goodness wasn't what he was destined for. He was destined for something bigger, greater, and more powerful. Something as powerful as the Dark Mark. . .
*****
A/N: Once again, I'm so sorry for being lazier than intended! : (!
Thanx for all your reviews and I hope you like this chapter!!! Review!!!
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